Picture the scene – Monday morning – grey, windy, and I’m arriving at work. The building where I work is of an architectural grimness that Eric Honecker would have approved and is in a particularly scuzzy, litter-blown part of town. That town being Hull, by the way. On a Monday morning.

So when the jaunty, hippy-dippy Marrakesh Express came up on my shuffle, I actually laughed at the magnificently absurd incongruity. So it was that I arrived at work with a smile on my face thanks to Graham and his hairy chums.

Any occasions when shuffle has done something inappropriate in your life? Stopped by the cops and NWA comes on just as you’re rolling down your window? Amuse me.